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Dream of Mom

I'm at my dads house in Littleton, MA.  This morning Z woke up at 5:50am.  TOO EARLY.  He went downstairs and I sort of dozed for another hour, during which time I had a very intense dream about my mom.  Those of you who've followed me for a while know that she died 13 years ago.  It don't often dream about her but I certainly feel her presense around me all the time while I'm awake!

In my dream I was lying in my bed, which I actually was doing in real life, too.  I was looking out through my door and I saw mom and me walking in the hallway.  We both had on purple shirts that weren't matching but were similar in color.  I looked at us (from my dream and bed) and thought, "Oh my god, what if this isn't a dream?  What if she really is alive, and I've been dreaming all of this for so long?  Then I started to cry.  Sob actually.  I sobbed in my dream because I missed her so much and it was so nice to see her there with me. 

I miss her.  It was so nice to see her.  I'm trying not to cry even writing this but the tears are rolling down my cheeks and there's nothing I can do to stop it.  Turns out the past 13 years haven't been a dream.  I've very much lived them...  And today, for a split second, I forgot that. 

Thank you for visiting mom. 



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